روايات وقصص ضمن Empress

A minister of Ardos came forward and read the declaration "Greetings to the sun of Avesta, Ardos has heard of your selection of brides and wishes to express its gratitude for your consideration. Grand Emperor Zeyphyr wishes to greet the noble ladies that registered their names for the selection of the Empress." It was not a suggestion but rather an indirect command- show me who dares to enter the lair of Icarus. Who was the Grand Emperor?

the old Eunuch proudly announced as he gestured to the rows of women standing in the grand hall. “Before that, I have a very important announcement to make. The woman who manages to become pregnant with the Crown Prince’s child will be immediately promoted to the Empress of the Flame Dragon Empire along with the Crown Prince ascension to the throne as the new Emperor. As per the traditions and customs of our Empire, the Crown Prince is only able to become the Emperor once his woman is pregnant with an heir to secure the royal bloodline. I sincerely hope that the future Empress of this Empire is one of you lovely ladies standing

I knew that it was partly my fault for not telling him the reason but I also had a reason why I cannot tell him that I was an immortal. Leaving the elevator, we both entered a shop full of dresses of different designs. What I could not really process was the design where the neckline of the dress was too low that if I were to wear it, my boobs would surely be seen with just one wrong move. The other dresses also had almost no covering on the back while the others had some long slit that someone could see the wearer’s lap. Were human beings this too provocative?

I explain before Emanuel clears his throat "Highness... She doesn't go by Empress..." He corrects and I roll my eyes "The packs are like kingdoms with-" I argue. "Emi... She doesn't want to go by Empress... You can ask the Hybrid Alpha when you meet him..." Emanuel chuckles as I smile a giddy smile.

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

Hearing this, the Empress could not help but return his smile. Her two shallow dimples appeared when her slender lips curved, giving her a very charming and sweet appearance. She was the Empress of the country, yet an outsider was telling her to act freely. The Empressed turned to one of her attendants. The attendant immediately walked over, took out a piece of cloth, and set it on the chair for the Empress to sit. James asked, “Your Majesty, which age was the Sir Galileo you mentioned just now from? Is he from the Primordial Age, Ancient Heavenly Court Age, or the

A contract with a signature and nothing more. Then the chapel doors open, and my carefully constructed certainty starts to crack. Her father steps in first, tall, proud, his hand curled protectively around her arm. Then I see her. Isabella Hart. My bride. For a moment, I forget to breathe. The dress should have looked ridiculous, heavy with lace and sequins, the kind of gown that makes a woman look like a doll. But on her, it doesn’t. The fabric hugs her waist, the neckline bares her shoulders, and the faint shimmer of beads catches the light. Her hair is braided into a knot, a few strands loose around her face. She looks untouched. Fragile, even.

Alexei picks up the crown and places it on her head. “Rise, Empress of Ezealyra and Sloria!” He announces. “I, Emperor Alexei Visserion, take you as my mate and wife. Your generosity will fill our land with love and kindness. I name you, Roseanne Vadimovna Visserion, the Pure One!”

Zayne appeared abruptly and sat down next to Jay. He stared at the screen and roasted Angeline to his heart’s content. "I know this tigress. She’s Grand Asia Empire’s empress. Her eyes are usually placed on the back of her head and she carries herself in an extremely haughty manner. She has a bunch of male board members beneath her who will do whatever she tells them to." Jay looked at Zayne, a trace of unapproachable loftiness and coldness intermingling in his deep, profound eyes.

The servant girl standing by his right was slim and her hair was… Jide jumped from his seat. This was no servant girl. At least ten to fifteen cowries were knitted into her dark braided hair, with red beads and wristband contrasting the silver crown that rested on her hair. Her chocolate skin was like those of a chick and her eyes glimmered with a strength that was identical to those of the king. “My queen…Em…I mean, princess. Ndewoo (I greet you)”